—— She realized it.
"...I'm in a dream."
Like thunder on a stormy day, Hayna jolted awake from her dream.
She was standing within dark thickets, the air filled with a dense, blood-stained stench—the smell of fresh blood.
Hayna still clearly remembered such a rain of blood.
On that day when Her Majesty Queen Isabel was attacked, Glass Island too had experienced such a blood rain.
And at that moment, she suddenly felt bouts of shivers.
It was as if someone had stealthily drawn a pistol behind her and was now aiming straight at her heart—that intense sense of danger instantly made her alert and vigilant.
Hayna turned around, looking in the direction from which the danger emanated.
The next moment, she saw thunder falling like rain.
There was a Lizardman with a fierce and terrifying face, transformed into lightning, clutching a long spear and charging toward a giant engulfed in flames!